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her feet, and the twelve Masquers standing about them. After they had been a while viewed, PRO
METHEUS descended, and NATURE after him, singing. Nat. How young and fresh am I to-night,
To see't kept day by so much light.
Help, wise Prometheus, something must be done,
That each to other
Is a brother, And Nature here no step-dame, but a mother. Cho. Come forth, come forth, prove all the numbers
then, That make perfection up, and may absolve you men.
Nat. But shew thy winding ways and arts,
Thy risings, and thy timely starts,
Those softer circles are the young man's heaven,
To know whose motion
Were a notion As worthy of youth's study, as devotion. Cho. Come forth, come forth, prove all the time will
gain, For Nature bids the best, and never bade in vain.
Here the first DANCE.
After which this
Wish now they such a mother were!
And read it in their laughters :
For so much glory.
Is no false piece of story.
They would not grandames be too soon. Pro. Is that your sex's humour? 'Tis then since Niobe was chang'd, that they have
left that tumour. Cho. Move, move again, in forms as heretofore. Nat. 'Tis form allures.
Then move, the ladies here are store. Pro. Nature is Motion's mother, as she's yours. Cho. The spring whence order flows, that all directs,
And knits the causes with the effects.
Here they dance the main DANCE.
Then they dance with the Ladies ;
Then their last Dance.
After which, PROMETHEUS calls to them in this
Song. Pro. What! have
You'll do a wonder more than I.
But you their good, and them deny.
In pawn to come again, or else he durst not start. Nat. They are loth to go
There is no banquet, boys, like this,
Stay here, and take each one a kiss.
Which if you can refine, The taste knows no such cates, nor yet the palate wine.
No cause of tarrying shun, They are not worth his light, go backward from the sun.